So when I got home tonight, I got a good three or four minutes of admiring what a good job the house keeper did with the apartment, before I realized I didn't see Dita, who normally greets me at the door, but didn't, and who was also not under the sofa or the bed or shut in any of the closets and didn't come out when I shook her favorite treat bag.
After a break to FREAK THE FUCK OUT and walk around outside calling her etc, I went back into the bedroom, where luckily I heard a chirp.
Dita had managed to slip into the duvet cover while the house keeper was putting it on, and gotten zipped into it.
Dita had managed to slip into the duvet cover while the house keeper was putting it on, and gotten zipped into it.
At least she didn't shred her way out?
Dita had managed to slip into the duvet cover while the house keeper was putting it on, and gotten zipped into it.
I'm laughing, but only because...cats, man. They are improbable creatures. (So says the kitty owner who currently has another tab open with a plug-in heated kitty bed for the cranky old lady kitty of almost 15. To be fair, her bed is on the back of a chair that's against a window, so it's markedly colder than elsewhere in the house, especially [obviously] in the winter. And she's a kittywhore for warmth.)
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And I know the *two* cats are going to fight over the bed, and we should just get 2 heated beds, but damn, we aren't made of money!
amyth, watching right now.
I'm sorry, Suzi. I had to skim the mother stuff. I feel for you, but I absolutely cannot think about that right now--no pressure not to share. It's on me to avoid.
Uh, I played it either in my last semester of university or after I graduated, FWIW. With university students.
OMG, I just realised I've been having continual "I don't have enough credits to graduate, will they find out?" anxiety dreams. I hope now that I've realised it, they will stop.
Gentle memories to you, Suzi.
I'm laughing, but only because...cats, man.
Yes, this. When I had a bunch of friends over the last night the 'rents were here, Karen asked where Loki was, since she hadn't seen him and normally, he's all over her (loves her hair product.) After an in depth search inside of all the usual and unusual spaces, I was outside with a flashlight while my guest were inside.
10 minutes late, still in full search mode, he wanders down the stairs, blinking sleepily. I have no idea where the fuck he was. I covered all beds, closets, shelves, shoved clothes aside. He must have a bolthole into another dimension.
And then he hung out with the guests the rest of the night.
Oh poor Dita! That's something our not-so-bright Siamese mix would do.
Steph I know exactly what you mean. If it were my cats, they'd only fight over it for a while, then both would explicitly ignore it for a year then begin the fighting phase again. This explains why there is a smashed large paper bag on our dining room floor.
Matt, here's to continuing on the road to feeling much better.
And does anyone IRL play it after high school?
I just polled my college sophomore and no they don't.
